Lyrics:

Called your mother on her birthday
Goddamn, couldn't think of things to say
Knowing nothing but a big change, goddamn
Washed it off on a suitcase
And I partied down til the sun set
Walking off on a freeway
Oh, what would happen if I stayed?

Saw it all on a TV
Keeping score with the one you get
Wrote it all on a subway last night
I couldnt fall asleep
I told you I was nervous
You wanted more for the hell of it
Thought we could make a big scene

Oh, what would happen if I stayed
Being the bad girl?

Tearing up an apartment
Making all that you couldnt get
Driving down to New Orleans
Spending all of my cigarettes
Falling off into silence
Knowing all I could say to you
I wanted to fight it
I wanted to let it go
Tearing up an apartment
Making all that you couldnt get
Driving down to New Orleans
Spending all of my cigarettes
Being the bad girl